AT 005C - Rojar II R01 Detailed Survey

Posted on 28 May 2013 @ 6:49am by Rear Admiral Lirha Saalm & Captain Jonathan Holliday & Lieutenant Dawn Meridian & Chief Warrant Officer 4 Cyrus Kiwosk
Edited on on 31 May 2013 @ 3:35pm

5,605 words; about a 28 minute read

Mission: Episode 03 - Frontier
Location: Rojar II R01 - Surface Continent
Timeline: MD 05 - 1400 hrs

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Maenad was walking in front of the group, beating the path of a trail never walked. They'd been walking for about fifteen minutes and still hadn't reached the lake. The coordinates they had beamed to were on top of a grassy hill; not a very high one, but high enough that the landscape was clearly visible for several kilometres around. The lake had seemed visibly closer than really was. She raised her tricorder to see how much further as the hill had descended to the point where the lake could no longer be seen over the trees.

"It's not much further," she said, looking over her shoulder. "Another hundred and thirty metres." Maenad closed her tricorder and continued walking. The colours were unlike anything she had ever seen. The plants here were all the brightest yellows, greens, reds, blues, pinks, and purples. Insects flying around were different, but not wholly unlike anything she seen before.

Never heard that one before. Cyrus grumbled in his thoughts as they continued their trek. He had decided to take rear guard, beginning up the back of the group. His wrist tricorder wasn't detecting anything out of the norm, but that was common when dealing with unknown planets. There had been so many times where technology had failed in preventing disaster. This would be no different, and that didn't sit well with the Chief Warrant.

Fifty metres away a thicket of colourful trees surrounded the lake. They had to go through it in order to get to the water. Lingering lingering in the back of her mind was the thought that Stone was dead became more prominent, but nothing was showing up on scans. "How's everyone doing?" she asked as they approached the trees.

"I'm moving, but I'm thinking that Ensign Peers had the right idea taking that oxy mask. At least we wouldn't sound like we're chipmunks." Cyrus's high pitched squeak was more than a little annoying in his eyes, so he could only imagine how everyone else was dealing with it.

Liyar was a few feet behind Maenad, off to the side where he'd originally parked himself and hadn't deviated much through their journey. He was making rapid calculations of all the different flora and fauna which surrounded them, fascinated by the new and alien nature. Most of this was purely for his own benefit, he had little interest or even knowledge in how to classify or study such things. It was only the second alien planet he had ever been to, and occupying most of his attention was how very different everything was to his usual frame of reference. He ducked underneath a bunch of brambles and entered the small clearing after Maenad, standing and looking up at the large sun above them. "Functional," he squeaked, pausing to look down at his tricorder again.

Dawn brought up the middle of the group, skipping along with deceptive ease in the higher gravity. She peered around the alien landscape, her grey eyes wide and thoughtful. If she was bothered in any way by the threat of marauding teeth-beasts, she gave no sign. "I'm okay," Dawn said. She didn't seem to notice or care about the higher-than-usual pitch of her voice. "Everything's very bright."

The area was relatively clear from what he could see, but it was by no means remarkable. In fact in reminded him very much of more colourful version of another planet that he had been stationed on early in his career. The gravity tugging at his combat suit was already proving difficult, but he remained silent for the most of the journey. This wasn't time to chat and have fun, he actually had a job to do that didn't involve the brig.

Cyrus sighed as he unslung his rifle, placing it into a ready position moving away from point. Glancing around, he scanned the outward copse of trees. "So what exactly are we searching for Lieutenant Panne?" He asked, not taking his eyes off the underbrush.

As Maenad stepped through the tall grass, a subtle grin formed on her lips. "It's not what we're looking for, Mister Kiwosk, it's what will find us," she said back to him. She flipped up her tricorder to see how much farther they had. The lake was only about sixty metres away now. Maenad looked over her shoulder with a smirk, "Just don't shoot before you ask questions, okay?"

Dawn looked from Kiwosk to Panne and then shrugged. "A phaser beam is almost a question. It might be the best one to ask one particular kind of creature."

Cyrus broke into a half-smile and nodded at Dawn in thanks, but said. "As you say ma'am." To Panne, to Dawn he simply chuckled. "You should have been a marine." Before returning to scan the clearing.

Dawn gave a little shrug. "It's not that I think that things should be shot. It's just I'd rather not be dead." She winced, frowning slightly. She didn't much like the image of being bitten in half by a... thing... she hadn't even seen yet.

Liyar was ignoring them all. He was distracted by a large white creature with yellow and red nodes lining its back which made its way over his boot. At first glance it was about twelve inches long. He lifted it up and reached out a fingertip without touching it, leaning over to peer at it. It wiggled unhappily suspended in the air until Liyar placed it carefully on the ground again. Once it crossed over his foot he knelt down to observe it on its path. It contracted its body and then inched forward like a very large caterpillar, emitting a bizarre squeaking noise. It was utterly fascinating.

"So, you're a caterpillar whisperer now? Don't you think your crab back on Vega is going to be jealous?" Kiwosk jibed as he approached Liyar. As he knelt down he set his rifle down in a ready position, easily grabbed at a moment's notice. The wormlike insect was certainly bizarre. "What do you think it's doing screaming at us like that?"

"It is possible that it is to ward off predators," Liyar supposed thoughtfully. "What sounds harmless to us," he said, because it sounded less like a terrifying roar and more like a pathetic baby, "could be potentially frightening for another animal."

Maenad turned around and saw everybody huddled around Liyar's boot. "What?" she mumbled, walking toward them in time to see and hear about this giant crying insect on his foot. "Or," she looked at Liyar, "it could be calling for more of them." She found a stick on the ground and picked it up, trying to lure it on. It just walked around it and disappeared into the grass. "I don't think it likes me," she said after a minute.

Even if it did call more, what were they going to do? Crawl onto them and smother them to death? Dawn rolled her eyes at that thought. It seemed like a pretty sad defence. How did it stop itself from being eaten? By screaming? At least it had the good sense to leave.

Cyrus suppressed a grin. Before picking up his rifle.

Liyar crossed his arms, a perfectly neutral look on his face concealing his response. "I suggest that we take some readings of it." By we, his gaze at Maenad clearly meant her, since his own contribution would not be as stellar. The caterpillar-thing had the distinct honor of being the first lifeform they had discovered. Rather, it discovered them. He looked up from his spot on the ground, surveying the environment around them in more detail. The lake in the near-off distance lapped against a crystalline shore, appearing out of large thickets of grass. The sky above them swirled with opaque blue and white clouds. Colors were vivid and intense around them, almost cartoonish. At his feet there were plants of all different varieties, and he moved lightly over to survey one of them.

It was just a caterpillar, thought Maenad. And it was disgusting. It could have been that fat because it was filled with some kind of poisonous acid it shot at prey. Maenad was still down on her haunches, her skirt pulled over her knees. From a distance she thought was safe, she did a quick scan and stood. "Apparently," she said, "it's not a caterpillar. It is a type of legged worm." She curled her lips. "Interesting."

Maenad saw that Liyar was busy looking around at the comic-book environment so she gave Kiwosk her attention instead. "While heading through the trees, do you want to lead us to the water?" she gestured the security officer forward.

"I can't see why not. At least we can be sure that we'll find something bigger than a worm by the lakeside." He stood up from his kneeling position with more effort than it would normally take. "This gravity really is a pain in the ass." He grumbled to no one in particular. The almost surreal colours played tricks on his vision as he tried to focus on any one thing. "It's almost like everything on this planet has developed a way to keep predators away. Even the plant life is hard to look if you try to focus on any one thing. " He sighed. just going to make my job all the more interesting I suppose. He thought.

Comicesque colours all around, and the four Starfleet personnel seemed so out of place in their solid based patterns. He pressed a couple buttons on his wrist tricorder before turning in the direction of the water. "Same grouping as before. Lieutenant Liyar, if you could be rear guard?" He asked, knowing the Vulcan was the only other individual that had a decent background in combat.

Standing up, Liyar checked his phaser for a moment before giving Cyrus a nod. "You may benefit in this gravity from removing that particular," his eyes rested over Cyrus's armor, "contraption." Why in the world Cyrus was wearing that thing escaped him entirely. It was extremely disadvantageous.

Kiwosk grunted.

As Cyrus started forward he kept his rifle on a diagonal pointing towards the carpet of grass, twigs and assorted plant life. The distinct hum of flying insects painfully obvious to his ears. It reminded him distinctly of Mosquitoes. He kept a slow and steady place as they wove through the trees and underbrush. Kiwosk would call out an upturned root or rock that could possibly be a tripping hazard.

Liyar tailed the group, following them down the craggy rocks leading to the water. As they came up to survey the ebbing and flowing waves, Liyar stretched his fingers out toward a glowing, floating ball. It zapped him and then spiraled toward the ground. It dissolved into nothing. He turned around and started scanning it with his tricorder, bemused. It resembled blowing dust. Only his tricorder told him it was alive and electrically charged. He leaned over it and watched as it disintegrated of its own accord in decayed puffs. There were about ten of them floating along in a pack behind him, held together only by gravity or magic. It didn't have a skeletal structure, not that he could see. It was made of finely woven silk, buffeted along air currents. Liyar reached up again. Zap, he saw the small blue arc of electricity against his fingertip. It wasn't exactly painful, more like static electricity.

Dawn cocked her head at the lights, but said nothing. It looked a bit like touching them killed them, so she decided to avoid them.

It wasn't long before they came across the base of the lake, a slight decline led to a tiny beach of sand and not quite worn down rocks of various sizes. Off to the left, roughly fifteen feet from their location there was a slight hill, perfect for observing the entire group and for them to set up any equipment they may have had. Deciding against the obvious statement that they had arrived, he said instead. "We could set up there, on top of the hill if any of you had any survey equipment that you might need to use," the Security officer suggested.

After Kiwosk had led the way through the small thicket of Dr. Seuss-like trees, Maenad enjoyed a gentle breeze that came off the small lake. The water was the clearest water she had ever seen, and in some places, even from the shoreline, it looked like there was no water at all. "Very well," she smiled to Cyrus. "Good idea." There was an awkward looking hill that rose unexpectedly from the water's edge that he was talking about. Maenad had two shoulder bags and a backpack; she would be glad to get rid of them where Cyrus suggested.

She climbed it, the hill was probably three metres from the water at its peak, and took off all her gear, setting it gently on the grass. She quickly returned to the lake and began scanning the water, amazed at its clarity. "Have any of you ever seen water as clear as this?" she asked, holding out her tricorder with one hand as she wiggled her fingers in the shallows.

He hid his surprise well. Good idea? He thought to himself. She needs to go on away missions more often if she's this pleasant. He made his way up the hill with minimal effort and let himself take a good look at the water. "Can't say I have. " He replied in agreement, as he continued to look around. So far it hadn't been a difficult mission, but that didn't mean that there wasn't something waiting for them to drop their guard.

Liyar trudged up the hill behind them and came to a stop on a small cluster of crystalline rocks overlooking the translucent shore. He knelt down and observed the lapping waves ebbing and flowing. Overhead in the strange, smoky sky, the sounds of birds and insects were the only things to interrupt the serene environment. He skated his fingertips across the water, observing it ripple curiously. It was so clear that he could see schools of strange marine life twisting in a glowing, bizarre dance. "I have never been this close to such a large body of water," he commented, although he would never admit to the scientist's fascination he felt.

Kiwosk simply sat back and enjoyed the view. The water seemed almost pristine, he caught glimpses of small ripples popping up here and there showing the lake was full of life.

For a moment, some of the weight was lifted from Dawn's shoulders. For now, she didn't have to worry about monsters or injuries, and that was enough. She hopped toward the lake and stared at her own reflection in the crystal-clear water. Maybe the alien fish fed on impurities in the water; it might explain why it was so pure. "It's beautiful," she said.

Maenad pulled a bag from her pocket and flicked her wrist to expand it. She reached into the cool water and brought out a handful of rocks and pebbles, dropping them into the bag. She sealed it set it down beside her, on the shore behind her feet. She then removed a clear plastic cylinder from her backpack, unscrewed the top, and scooped some water. She replaced the cap and set it down the rock sample.

Cyrus watched on as the other members of the team began taking samples of the various geological and animal forms. He was standing near the survey equipment atop the hill that overlooked the water. The vantage point also gave the former marine a good view of the treeline from where they had come out. In Kiwosk's eyes it was hard to see the need to document all the information they were retrieving, but it was only a fleeting thought. This was the real reason Starfleet existed. It wasn't to fight wars, it was exploration. The thought brought a smile to his face.

His rifle was resting comfortably over his shoulder, his left hand grasping the handle firmly to prevent it from slipping. Constantly at the ready he kept eyes on the other three members of his group.

Lieutenant Liyar seemed fascinated by the idea that lakes were a commonplace on most planets. Cyrus saw the way the vulcan would simply gaze out over the water and to the untrained eye it would seem he was disinterested, but Cyrus has spoken enough with Diplomatic Officer to understand his curiosity.

Cyrus continued his scan and realized his eyes were shifting towards Lieutenant Meridian. The second individual from France that was on board the Galileo . Her and Lieutenant Panne seemed to complete polar opposites of the other. One was hard, to the point, no nonsense. While the second was calm, bubbly and all around good natured. If anyone seemed slightly out of place on this mission it would be the counselor, unless she has medical or science training that the Non-commissioned officer was unaware of...which was a definate possibility.

Which fell to the third member of the party: Lieutenant Panne. It seemed that the Helium enriched atmosphere had done the former professor some good. She had smiled more than Cyrus had seen in his entire academy career. He had always thought the Lieutenant was more of a go-getter than someone who preferred to wait on board of a ship. It would be interesting to see the woman on more regular missions.

The idea of working along side a happy Panne was cut short by a sudden movement by the tree line, approximately fifty feet from where he and the others were located.

He brought his rifle up and set his eye on the scope, which had been synched to his combat HUDD. As the algorithms ran their analysis, he opted for a quick zoom into the brightly coloured copse of brush and saplings.

The movement had stopped.

Taking a quick sigh of relief he continued his pan of the surrounding area, but the breathe was quickly caught in his throat as he noticed movement off to the left of the original area, followed by more movement fifteen feet off in the opposite direction.

Cyrus verified the setting that currently on the rifle. It was still set to maximum stun, which while potent, could potentially be harmless to the intruder.

If it was only one, than it's nothing to be alarmed about. The analysis complete he was able to get a better view of the underbrush. The animal was as brightly coloured as its surroundings and obviously canine in nature. A abnormally long snout was tipped by a wicked set of fangs. It's six legs were placed underneath it as it continued to observe the group. The fact that the predator was waiting patiently, almost as if it was observing the group, did not sit well with Cyrus in the least.

It was only then that he detected more movement, followed by three more signals. Suddenly his HUD was lit up with at least seven confirmed movements from seven different sources in the underbrush.

It was a pack, and Kiwosk and the others were dinner. They were spreading themselves out to cover more ground. Readying himself in a standing position and aiming down the rifle Cyrus bellowed at the top of his lungs. "BACK TO TO THE HILL! WE'RE BEING SURROUNDED!"

Liyar's hands instantly came down to grip his phaser and he swiveled on his feet, placing himself in front of Dawn and Maenad. His ears perked up as if he were listening to something in the distance, separating sounds, single strands of noise, footprints, the tips of claws digging into the grass. His whole body slowed down, prepared for action at a moment's notice.

Dawn tilted her head toward the pack. Her grey eyes had narrowed dangerously, moving from animal to animal. These weren't the animals that had killed Stone. Even so, she gritted her teeth, a cold, indignant fury rising in her chest. In an instant, her phaser was in her hands, although not yet pointed at any of the predators.

Cyrus had enough time to finish his warning and fire a warning shot into the brush before the wolf-like monsters attacked howling an eerie high pitched wail that pained the ears.

The Vulcan rose his phaser and fired several shots, intending to frighten the animals away rather than hit them. The sounds of directed energy beams cracked the oak and wood of the trees and branches which littered the ground, but the animals were undeterred, moving in quick, deadly strides. Liyar met Cyrus's eyes, tipping his chin upward toward the trees that rustled with movement. Another one of the alien monsters jumped out at them but Liyar was staring him down, hand outstretched toward the creature as though reaching for it, fingertips stretching. The creature whined and ducked its head. It was all Liyar could do to give Cyrus the time he needed to dispatch of the rest of these things. Liyar had targeted their Alpha, distracting the creatures long enough to give Cyrus and the rest of their team a fighting chance. The Alpha wolf-thing growled and kicked its front legs futilely, but found itself quite unable to move. Its hind legs were sunk into the ground awkwardly, but while the animal growled in frustration, it didn't seem to be in pain. Slowly, as it was subdued and resigned, Liyar knelt down, moving closer to it until he could touch it. His nose was bleeding, and his eyes looked bloodshot, but the creature had rolled over and displayed an almost docile demeanor by the time Liyar reached it. The other wolves looked over to see what was happening, giving Cyrus, Maenad and Dawn the opportunity to take them out.

A single phaser stream lanced out, hitting the furthest creature right between the eyes. Dawn watched it collapse with dark curiosity, even as the remaining beasts ignored their fallen comrades and drew closer and closer the away team.

It took Cyrus less than a second.

His first shot went wide as intended and immediately corrected his aim. Two shots lanced out catching one in the upper chest only to have it's companions jump over. He turned the rifle a scant hair to the left and fired twice more dropping a second wolf, this one running towards the blind side of Dawn.

Maenad didn't realise what was going on until she saw it with her own eyes. A pack of colourful six-legged sharp-fanged wolves, it was her best way of categorising them, came from nowhere. She picked up her samples and held their containers under one arm. Her free hand reached for the phaser at her side and, even in the sudden confusion, she had the clarity of mind to check that it was on stun. She quickly moved to where Cyrus told them, watching out for herself. Maenad looked for Liyar and saw that he was doing something, probably telepathically, to one of the six-legged wolves. Cyrus had the rest under control, and within a few more seconds and after several sounds of energy streams from the security officer's rifle, as quickly as they had come, they were gone - except for the one stuck in front of Liyar. "Liyar!" Maenad shouted with what was probably anger in her throat.

Cyrus glanced over to where Panne had screamed. Liyar was bleeding, drops of green slightly visible from his perch. He fired twice more and dropped another wolf, his eyes already searching for the next target.

"Anya," Liyar snapped at the creature which awkwardly stood to its six legs. It glared at them all once before eyeing the one remaining Beta and letting out a short howl. The two then abruptly ran back away into the woods. Liyar checked his phaser to ensure the safety was on, holstering it behind him and surveying the area around them. It was clear. One of them lay lifelessly by the treeline, and Liyar moved toward it, kneeling down to feel for its pulse. "It is dead," he declared dispassionately.

Phaser bursts lanced out from his rifle as he stayed on target, taking down one other wolf, a slightly larger one then the others, probably a Beta. It wasn't long for the ambush to become a rout, but it was too late, they had been discovered and if there were more of those wolves they would be on their way. Cyrus quickly made his way to join his companions, explaining that they would need to evacuate.

Dead? Maenad's eyes grew wide as concern spread across her cheeks. She glanced at Dawn, shocked. Then, after quickly sharing her gaze, Maenad trotted over toward Liyar and the dead animal, tricorder withdrawn and open. "Are you sure?" she asked him, crouching by his side to scan it. It was true; it had died of cardiac arrest, and Maenad let out a heartfelt sigh. "Well," she spoke, peering over the creature's dog-like head, studying it, "it was in self-defense," Maenad tried to justify.

"It was," Dawn said sheepishly. "I wasn't... my phaser was set to stun. I didn't mean to..." But hadn't she? She'd wanted revenge, and she'd gotten in, sort of. It hadn't been the creature that had killed Stone. It wasn't even the same species. But it would have killed her, given the chance. She had known it was dead the moment she had fired. But she didn't regret it. There had been no flash of red, of pain, of anguish; only blackness and darkness and deadness.

It looked remarkably similar to a wolf, but its back was red, which faded into pink along its sides. The pink transitioned into a white belly, and gray legs with black pawed feet - all six of them. Maenad scanned it one more time to make sure it was dead before she used her thumb and forefinger to open its eyes, which revealed bright yellow irises. Its teeth, beneath its hot and soaking lips, were sharp and fanged, and its two longest were at least four inches long. Its purple tongue hung limp through the opposite side of its mouth. Then, Maenad smiled as she stroked the fur along the back of its head and neck.

"It's hard to believe this beautiful creature would have torn us to shreds," she morbidly thought aloud. She imagined her serrated flesh in its teeth, her body, her entire existence amounting to nothing but a temporary fix to a temporary problem for a non-sentient species living on instinct. She continued to stroke the fur as the thoughts ran through her. She'd never been considered prey, before, she considered. An odd sensation filled her, as she gradually became more aware of her extremities, her blinking and breathing. She was alive and it was dead. She licked her lips and then looked over her shoulder to see everyone else. "Is everyone all right?" she called.

Liyar touched his fingers to his face, and came away with blood. He tipped his head back and pinched his nose, studying the creature before him. While he did not blame the away team for killing it, he regretted that it had died.

Maenad glanced up from her haunches as the others came over. "Liyar, what happened to your nose?" she stood up, pushing his head to the side with one hand to look him over. "Your eyes are bleeding." What sounded like anger was concern; she turned sharply to face Miss Meridian, who had medical training. "Is he all right?" she asked before Liyar could stop her.

"He's bleeding," Dawn said, as if that answered the question.

"I am functional," Liyar waved them off. He didn't know if he were functional, but he'd experienced this before, on Vega IX with no lasting effects. He hoped. It wasn't something he wanted to get into, not here, not now. "We should continue our survey," he announced abruptly, reaching behind him to grab his tricorder.

"Well then make it quick. They aren't done with us yet." Kiwosk replied. Almost as if they were listening a series of short high pitched barks came from where the two wolves had darted into the trees, only to be answered by several other barks and howls.

"It's your choice Lieutenants, I'm just a Chief Warrant...but I would say our area here has just been compromised and with Liyar wounded like he is, we don't know if he's poisoned or what else these things are capable of. I can already tell you that they are moving and regrouping faster than a pack mentality should, especially since that big one over there..." He gestured with his rifle "Looks to be there Alpha." He looked at them all evenly, unjudging and knowing full well that these were primarily scientists that would want as much information about the planet as possible.

Liyar tilted his head. "I am not wounded, nor poisoned." He blinked slowly and reluctantly explained, "It is merely the accompanying physiological stress of using neural suggestion. I implanted a suggestion into the Alpha to guide himself and his pack to seek shelter and remain until nightfall. We should have several hours before they pose any returning threat." If it worked, he thought to himself.

Cyrus frowned, not so much because he doubted the mental suggestion placed into the mind of the alpha male, but that should it not work they were sitting ducks. The pack was already larger than he had already thought and while Dawn and Liyar were decent shots, if he had missed that initial movement they would have all been dead. He wisely kept his mouth shut, once everyone else had decided to continue the survey like he knew they would he would make sure that he was back at his position and keeping his HUD and his tricorder fully operational.

No chances meant people survived.

"We will be cautious," Liyar said, looking up at Cyrus as the man's hesitations pinged through the air like a radar beacon. He rose to his feet, wiping the edge of his nose with his knuckle. It had stopped the bleeding, and he took a small wipe from his emergency pack to get rid of the excess blood drying above his lip. He wasn't sure even how reliable his abilities were. Cyrus was right, it wasn't something they could trust, not really. But it seemed a waste to him to cut the survey short when it was unlikely they would ever return to this planet. They still had several more objectives to get through.

Dawn plodded up to him and waved her tricorder at him a few times, her grey eyes narrow. "I don't mind continuing, but you have to promise not to do the thing with the blood and the mind control again," Dawn said, in a tone that suggested that even once had been too much. "Blood is bad," she added, as if that weren't already clear.

Liyar shrugged wryly. "My apologies. I preferred it to shooting them."

Dawn shrugged right back - doubly wry. "If only I could hemorrhage my problems away," she said dreamily.

Cyrus chuckled, unsure if Dawn was joking or actually dreaming of hemorrhaging away the memories of a bad day..."There's always a first time for everything." He replied with a shaking smile.

"And a last time," she added.

"Well if we're going to continue the survey, then I'm going to set up shop back on the hill, I'm not gong to give up my vantage point. Just make sure that everyone double checks what comm setting they are on. I should be on two. I think that was the one we had agreed on." He was talking to everyone, but his eyes were asking Maenad. "Unless I'm mistaken, it wouldn't be the first time." He chuckled.

"It's three," Maenad corrected absentmindedly, still enamoured with the dead six-legged wolf thing. "I'm going to beam it up to the ship where we can study it," she announced. She made the communication and stepped back. A second later, the creature disappeared in the shimmer of transport, leaving just an impression of where it was in the grass.

Liyar tugged off his commbadge and flipped it over, checking it was still the same as it was when they landed and replacing it over his now dirty uniform. Leaves and matted hair covered his arm and he brushed them off.

Maenad uploaded their data so far to her PADD and then forwarded it off to the ship and to Holliday, giving them both everything that they had done. She tapped her commbadge, and told them both on the same channel that she had just sent them their findings up until that point. "Let's see what else we can find," Maenad said to everyone after she had ended the comm.

OFF:

Lieutenant (JG) Maenad Panne
Chief Science Officer
USS Galileo

Lieutenant (JG) Liyar
Diplomatic Officer, VDF/SDD
USS Galileo

Lieutenant (JG) Dawn Meridian
Counsellor
USS Galileo

CWO Cyrus Kiwosk
Security/ Tactical Officer
USS Galileo

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